FC2 PPV 1224267 I was working in Brussels in Belgium in the early nineties for a British company doing work for AG, Assurances Générales on Boulevard Emile Jacqmain. I'd been there several weeks and had been living, if that's the word, in a hotel, The Queen Anne. I was with my workmates during the day and had a normal life. We'd go to the pub every lunchtime without fail. We ate, drank and unwound together. But when the evenings came, they either carried on working late, to earn even more money than they needed, or they went home to their partners or back to their flats.